“Me?”
“Please, the way you always show up the moment your name is mentioned? It’s creepy.”
“Whatever.”
“I’m just stating the truth, Attie, and I know I’ve said it a hundred times, but he told me that him and Jules had broken up, or I would have never started talking to him.”
I shrug, because it’s not like it matters now. Nothing is going to bring Jules back. Hopefully they will make sure Darren won’t hurt anyone ever again. I close my eyes as a wave of nausea rolls through me. I close my eyes to fight it and then I gasp out loud as white-hot pain slices through me, centering at the bottom of my stomach. It’s so hard that I moan out from the intensity.
“Luna? What’s wrong?” Attie asks.
“Luna? Are you okay?”
“I don’t… Oh God,” I end up crying out as pain even fiercer than before hits me. My body jerks from the force behind it.
“Luna!” I hear Meghan cry.
“Call 911, Meghan,” Attie urges, panic laced in his voice.
I hear them, but I can’t focus on them. Wave after wave of pain slides through me now and I can’t catch my breath.
“What’s wrong with her?”
“I don’t know. Call 911, Meghan.”
“Attie, she’s bleeding.” I hear her. I shake my head in denial, but I can feel the warmth slide down my legs, and I focus just enough to look down at the white dress that I’m wearing. Deep, bright red color blossoming against the white. I cry out in pain and denial…
And then everything goes black.
The End